Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 00:44:42 -0400
From: David Greg Denton
Subject: My Pastor and Me series: Granddad Comes to live with Us ? Part 5
*My Pastor and Me series: Granddad Comes to live with Us -- Part 5 *
Gay, incest, boy, man, son, father, grandfather, pastor
* * * *
With the addition to the cabin finished, Dad thought it would
be a good idea if the KCM went out there over Labor Day weekend. Mom
decided it would be good for all of us but she, of course, took a pass so
she was going to spend the weekend with Aunt Mary at a women's retreat. We
drove the SUV so that we could bring the brand-new, extra bed for Granddad
and Gregory. Dad had to work late Friday night on a project site that was
having problems, he sent Granddad and Gregory ahead because Gregory had to
preach on Sunday morning. We got there early Saturday morning.
Once we had set up the bed and put everything away, Dad
suggested we go for a swim, the last of the season. I was anxious to see if
Dad would go sans swim trunks with Gregory there, but he did, so we all
did. I couldn't help but notice that Gregory glanced at Dad's cock a little
longer than was necessary and wondered if perhaps Dad had noticed too. We
all jumped in from the end of the dock like always, even Gregory. I saw a
different side to him in the lake, splashing about like a schoolboy or
swimming on his back without a care in the world. I decided that I liked
this side of the man that usually was so "buttoned up" all the time back
home.
I swam over to Dad who was also floating on his back and turned
over then started floating on mine as well.
"Thanks for including Gregory in our weekend." The casual use
of his first name was out of my mouth before I could stop myself from
uttering it. I didn't know what to do next. Dad spoke without looking over
at me,
"So, you call Rev. Parris, Gregory... I was wondering just how
well you knew the good reverend. His cock is pretty impressive soft. How
does it look hard?" I was shocked that he was asking me such a question,
but knowing the jig was up, I answered with the truth,
"Uh, bigger than yours but not as big as Granddad's."
"Interesting," he remarked.
"You're not mad?" I asked, looking over at him.
"No, surprisingly enough, I'm not. I guess I've known all along
that you didn't learn all about sex from Chris, I just didn't want to admit
it. But now that I've seen him, I can see why you were curious about my
dick after you started your Bible study classes."
"Geez, Dad, you're taking this so well. You're sure you're not
mad?"
"I've known you to be a very sexual young man for quite some
time now, so why should I be?"
"No reason, just checking." He reached out and took my hand in
his and we floated in silence until Granddad called to us. We had drifted
closer to the middle of the lake than we'd expected by then, so it took us
a little while to swim back to shore where Gregory and Granddad were
waiting for us. The two of them looked good together and I couldn't help
but smile as they got closer and closer.
Once we were close enough to stand, we walked the rest of the
way and all three of us noticed that Dad was sporting a hardon. Mine
started to swell at the sight as did those of the other two older men. We
stood facing each other and Dad spoke,
"I think we should take care of these, don't you?" he asked
looking at the three of us.
"I think you're right, Dad. Grandad, Gregory, we should all go
inside and have sex... together."
"I like the way you think, young buck, always have," Granddad
added. He took Gregory's hand and Dad took mine then we walked to the cabin
for what I hoped was going to be a day of fun for all. Once we were inside,
we all got dried off then Dad and I pulled the new bed over to the old one,
making a much bigger playing field for the four of us. "Very creative of
you, Hank," Granddad complimented.
We all climbed onto the soft beds, and without any discussion, got into a
daisy chain with me sucking Dad's cock, Dad sucking Gregory's, Gregory
sucking Granddad's and Granddad sucking mine. I didn't think it was a
coincidence that Dad got to suck Gregory's because he was the only one in
the group who hadn't yet. I was pretty sure he positioned himself perfectly
to be the one to do it. And I couldn't help but wonder which one was going
to be the first to fuck the other.
I couldn't see what anyone else was doing, so I decided to focus on giving
Dad a great blowjob. I swirled my tongue around the head, then dove in and
took it all the way to the root. I sucked and licked his giant prick until
he came down my throat. That caused me to shoot my come down Granddad's.
Then I heard more muffled groans and had to assume that everyone else was
coming too.
Once Dad and I had started to soften, I let his cock go and Granddad did
the same to me. I sat up and looked around at all the contented faces of
the men I loved and thought, *How can it possibly get any better than this?
*But of course, it was going to.
It was a little early for lunch, so we all got dressed and went for a walk
in the woods. Dad and I paired up of course and so did Granddad and
Gregory.
"So, you doin' okay, Dad?" I asked of my unusually quiet dad.
"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you just sucked off your pastor after you found out he had been
fucking your son and is now fucking and getting fucked by your dad. I'd
think you'd be a little, I don't, confused maybe?" He chuckled and said,
"You know I've always admired your keen sense of observation. Maybe you
should be a therapist when you grow up."
"I don't know about that, Dad. I kind of liked helping Granddad on the
cabin this summer, so I was hoping to get into construction."
"But I want so much more for you, son!"
"What's wrong with wanting to follow in the footsteps of the man I admire
and adore most in the world?" Dad stopped and pulled me into a hug so tight
I thought I'd break.
"Not a goddamn thing, son."
"Language, Hank! No taking the Lord's name in vain." He just looked at
Granddad like he'd lost his mind and asked,
"Since when did you get so religious, Dad?"
"Since I started dating a preacher and he taught me the meaning of love,
both human and divine."
"Wow, Granddad, that's quite a turnaround! I'm proud of you. You're proud
too, aren't you, Dad?"
"Yeah, I'd have to say I am." Dad let go of me and we walked on, slightly
behind the other two.
"Dad, did you and Granddad ever...?" he seemed to know what I was going to
ask before I asked it and replied,
"No, we never did. Well, there was this one time when we jacked each other
off, but that was it."
"Are you sorry, you didn't?"
"I might have been back then, but not now. We're closer now than we've ever
been and I couldn't be happier with our relationship. And I have you to
thank for it."
"Me?" I asked, unsure what he could have meant.
"Yeah, you! If you hadn't made me pull my head out of my ass, then I never
would have gotten to know the great guy that my dad is."
"Thanks, son!" Granddad said without turning around.
"This is a private conversation, Daaad," he commented, trying to sound put
out, but we knew he wasn't.
"I love you too, son." That made Dad laugh, and I had to chuckle softly
myself.
By the time we got back we were all starved, so we sat down to eat at the
little table with the two extra stools Dad and I had brought for the newly
expanded KCM cabin.
After lunch, we got undressed and back into bed to take a four-way nap. It
was nice to be surrounded by the sexiest men on the planet. I laid on my
dad with Gregory on one side and Granddad on the other. I was almost asleep
when I heard Dad say to Granddad,
"I do remember sleeping on you like this."
"I know, son," was all he said in reply.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I was such an ass for so long."
"You were hurting. You're not anymore though, right?"
"Nope, not anymore."
"Good, I'm glad. I like you this way much better." Dad chuckled
and said,
"Me too, Dad, me too." I fell asleep shortly after that.
When I awoke, I felt Dad's hard cock beneath me and when I
looked, I saw that he had a hand on Gregory's hardon, stroking it. I looked
to the other side, he had a hand on Granddad's and was stroking it as well.
The sexy scene made me hard too.
"That's a whole lot of cock, you've got there, Daddy. What do
you want to do?" Without hesitation, Dad replied,
"I want to fuck Greg, if that's okay with you, Dad." I looked
at Granddad. He just nodded and said,
"Go for it, Hank." Then I looked at Gregory and he was smiling,
I assumed at the prospect of getting his hole plugged by my dad, so I got
off of him, letting the two of them come together in whatever way they saw
fit in order to make it happen. Granddad pulled me to his chest so that we
would be out of the way as Gregory got on all fours and Dad positioned
himself behind him. Granddad handed the lube to me to hand to Dad, then he
slicked up his cock and without any prep plunged his thick cock into
Gregory's tight hole. He cried out,
"Oh, fuck me!" I wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or because
he was in pain. I don't think Dad cared either way, the look on his face
was one I had only seen once before when he was so mad at me I thought he
might hit me. Then he smacked Gregory on the ass so hard it left a huge red
mark immediately after Dad removed his hand.
"That was for fucking my son without my permission." Then he
did something none of us had expected, he pulled out completely and said,
"Take over for me, Steve, fuck the shit out of him." I wasted no time
taking my pastor's ass for the first time. I sunk my cock all the way in
and started fucking him immediately. Dad sat back against his own dad who
said,
"That was a good idea, son. Never fuck in anger." Then he took Dad's cock
in his hand and started stroking it. They watched as I gave the man who had
been my first teacher all my best moves, slow and sensual, hard and fast,
and a mix of everything in between. When I finally couldn't hold out any
longer, I yelled,
"Fuu-uuu-uuu-ccckkkk!" as I shot my load deep inside of him. Then Dad shot
his load too yelling out,
"Oh fuck yeah!"
Once I was empty, I reached around and felt Gregory's dick and it was
covered in cum. He'd come without touching himself, the ultimate testament
to a great fuck. I pulled out then we all held him up, but he fell over
anyway. We all kissed him, Granddad his lips, me his cock and Dad his
nipples. I guess his nipples were pretty sensitive because he giggled and
started squirming. That made us all start laughing too.
"One last dip in the lake?" Granddad asked.
"I'm there!" I yelled and was out the door before anyone else could even
answer. I looked back as I ran to the end of the dock and saw all three of
them, their big dicks swinging, running after me. I jumped in and was soon
joined by three other splashes. We all swam around for a bit then walked
back to the shore. I heard Gregory say to my dad,
"I'm sorry, Hank." And his reply was,
"All water under the bridge, Greg. We're family now and we never have to
talk about it again because..."
"... because what happens at the cabin stays at the cabin," I finished for
him. We all got a good laugh out of that.
Granddad and Gregory left after dinner while Dad and I stayed through the
next morning. We talked and cuddled and slept and when it was time to
leave, we walked to the end of the dock and watched the sunset. He hugged
me as I sat in front of him, his strong arms around me and I thought about
all the good times we'd had at the cabin and were yet to have.
* * *
By the end of the following summer, the congregation had grown so much at
the news of an out, gay pastor that an expansion of the sanctuary had been
planned for the next year. Of course, not everyone had been accepting of
Gregory and his partner, but many were. Dad's company had been chosen to
construct the new addition. I had been hired as a gopher, but as it was my
first job, and it got my foot in the door, I wasn't complaining.
*
I was having dinner with my family, which now included Gregory, and I was
thinking over the events of the past few years. I had gone from a boy to a
young man with the assistance of some very important men in my life. There
was my Dad of course, my rock, and the man I most looked up to in the
world, because I had always wanted to be just like him when I grew up. Then
there was my Granddad, my comfort and joy, the man who taught me how to be
a better person just by being around and showing me his love every day.
Then there was my best friend, Chris, who I still shared everything with
even though he was hundreds of miles away. And last, but certainly not
least, there was my pastor and friend, Gregory. He was my very first
teacher and he's the one that had started me on my journey of
self-discovery. If it hadn't been for him, I don't know where I'd be today.
And then I thought... *And to think it all started after my baptism with a
prolonged glance at my pastor's beautiful cock.*
The End